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That he his high Authority abus'd,

And did deferve his chance. For what I have conquer'd,
I grant him part; but then in his Armenia,
And other of his conquer'd Kingdoms, I

Demand the like.

Mec. He'll never yield to that.

Caf. Nor muft not then be yielded to in this.
Enter Octavia with Attendants.

Oct. Hail Cafar, and my Lord! hail, most dear Casar !
Caf. That ever I fhould call thee Caft-away.

Oct. You have not call'd me fo, nor have you cause. Caf. Why haft thou ftoln upon me thus? you came not Like Cafar's Sifter; the Wife of Antonỳ

Should have an Army for an Ufher, and
The neighs of Horse to tell of her approach,
Long e'er fhe did appear. The Trees by th'way
Should have born Men, and expectation fainted
Longing for what it had not. Nay, the duft
Should have afcended to the Roof of Heav'n,
Rais'd by your populous Troops: But you are come
A Market-maid to Rome, and have prevented
The oftentation of our love; which left unfhewn,
Is often left unlov'd; we fhould have met you
By Sea, and Land, fupplying every Stage
With an augmented greeting.

Oct. Good, my Lord,

To come thus was I not constrain'd, but did it i
On my free Will. My Lord, Mark Antony,
Hearing that you prepar'd for War, acquainted
My grieving Ear withal; whereon I begg'd
His pardon for return.

Caf. Which foon he granted,

Being an abftract 'tween his Luft, and him.
Oct. Do not fay fo, my Lord.

Caf. I have Eyes upon him,

And his Affairs come to me on the Wind:

Where is he now ?

Oct. My Lord, in Athens.

Caf. No, my moft wronged Sifter; Cleopatra

Hath nodded him to her. He hath given his Empire
Up to a Who.e, who now are levying


The Kings o' th' Earth for War. He hath affembled,
Bochus the King of Lybia, Archilaus

Of Cappadocia, Philadelphos King

Of Paphlagonia; the Thracian King Adallas,
King Malichus of Arabia, King of Pont,
Herod of Jewry, Mithridates King
Of Comagene, Polemen and Amintas,
The King of Mede, and Lycaonia,
With a more larger Lift of Scepters.
Oct. Ay me moft wretched,

That have my Heart parted betwixt two Friends,
That do afflict each other.

Cf. Welcome hither;

Your Letters did with-hold our breaking forth
'Till we perceiv'd both how you were wrong led,
And we in negligent danger; cheer your Heart.
Be you not troubled with the time which drives
O'er your Content, thefe ftrong Neceffities,
But let determin'd things to deftiny

Hold unbewail'd their way. Welcome to Rome:
Nothing more dear to me. You are abus'd
Beyond the mark of Thought; and the high Gods
To do you Juftice, make his Minifters

Of us, and those that love you. Be of comfort,
And ever welcome to us,

Agr. Welcome Lady.

Mec. Welcome, dear Madam,

Each Heart in Rome does love and pity you,

Only th'adulterous Antony, moft large

In his Abominations, turns you off,

And gives his potent Regiment to a Trull
That Nofes it against us.

Oct. Is it fo, Sir?

Caf. Moft certain: Sifter, welcome; pray you Be ever known to patience. My dear'ft Sifter.

SCENE VI. Actium.

Enter Cleopatra, and Enorbarbus.

Cleo. I will be even with thee; doubt it not,
Eno. But why, why, why?

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Cleo. Thou haft forefpoke my being in these Wars; And fay'ft it is not fit.

Eno. Well, is it, is it?

Cleo. Is't not denounc'd against us? why fhould not we be there in Perfon?

Eno. Well, I could reply; if we should ferve with Horse and Mares together, the Horfe were merely luft; the Mares would bear a Soldier and his Horse.

Cleo. What is't you say?

Eno. Your prefence needs muft puzzle Antony,

Take from his Heart, take from his Brain, take from's time,
What should not then be fpar'd. He is already
Traduc'd for Levity, and 'tis faid in Rome,

That Photinus an Eunuch, and

Manage this War.

your Maids,

Cleo. Sink Rome, and their Tongues rot

That speak against us. A charge we bear i'th'War,
And as the Prefident of my Kingdom will

Appear there for a Man.

I will not ftay behind.

Speak not against it,

Enter Antony and Canidius.

Eno. Nay I have done, here comes the Emperor.
Ant. Is it not ftrange, Canidius,

That from Tarentum, and Brundufium,

He could fo quickly cut the Ionian Sea,

And take in Toryne? You have heard on't, Sweet?
Cleo. Celerity is never more admir'd

Than by the negligent.

Ant. A good rebuke,

Which might have well becom'd the best of Men
To taunt a flacknefs. Canidius, we

Will fight with him by Sea.

Cleo. By Sea, what elfe?

Can. Why will my Lord do fo?

Ant. For that he dares us to't.

Eno. So hath my Lord dar'd him to fingle fight. Can. Ay, and to wage his Battel at Pharfalia. Where Cafar fought with Pompey. But thefe offers, Which ferve not for his Vantage, he shakes off, And fo fhould you.


Eno. Your Ships are not well Mann'd,
Your Mariners are Muliters, Reapers, People,
Ingroft by fwift Imprefs. In Cafar's Fleet

Are thofe, that often have 'gainst Pompey fought,
Their Ships are yare, yours heavy: no difgrace
Shall fall you for refusing him at Sea,
Being prepar'd for Land.

Ant. By Sea, by Sea.

Eno. Moft worthy Sir, you therein throw away
The abfolute Soldiership you have by Land,
Distract your Army, which doth most confift
Of War-mark'd-Footmen, leave unexecuted
Your own renowned Knowledge, quite forego
which promises affurance, and
Give up your felf meerly to chance and hazard,
From firm Security.



Ant. I'll fight at Sea.

Cleo. I have fixty Sails, Cafar none better.

Ant. Our over-plus of Shipping will we burn,

And with the rest full-mann'd, from th' Heart of Actium Beat th' approaching Cafar. But if we fail,

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Mef. The News is true,my Lord, he is defcried, Cafar has taken Toryne.

Ant. Can he be there in Perfon? Tis impoffible Strange, that his Power should be fo. Canidius, Our nineteen Legions thou shalt hold by Land,, And our twelve thoufand Horfe. We'll to our Ship, Away my Thetis.

Enter a Soldier:

How now, worthy Soldier?

Sold. Oh Noble Emperor, do not fight by Sea," Truft not to rotten Planks: Do you mifdoubt

This Sword, and thefe my Wounds; let th' Egyptians

And the Phenicians go a Ducking: we

Have us'd to Conquer standing on the Earth,'

And fighting foot to foot.

Ant. Well, well, away. [Exeunt Ant. Cleo, and Enob Sold. By Hercules I think I am i'th' right.

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Can. Soldier thou art: but the whole Adion grows..
Not in the power on't: fo our Leaders lead,
And we are Womens Men.

Sold. You keep by Land

The Legions and the Hoife whole, do you not?
Ven. Marcus Octavius, Marcus Juftius,

Publicola, and Celius, are for Sea:

But we keep whole by Land. This fpecd of Cafar's
Carries beyond belief.

Sold. While he was yet in Rome

His power went out in fuch diftractions,
As beguil'd all Spies.

Can. Who's his Lieutenant, hear you?
Sold. They fay, one Torus.

Can. Well, I know the Man.

Enter a Messenger.

Mef. The Emperor calls Canidius.

Can. With News the Time's in Labour, and throws forth Each minute, fome

Enter Cæfar with his Army, marching.

Caf. Torus?

Tor. My Lord.


Caf. Strike not by Land. Keep whole, provoke not Battel 'Till we have done at Sea. Do not exceed

The Prescript of this Schoul: Our Fortune lyes

Upon this jump.

Enter Antony, and Enobarbus.

Ant. Set we our Squadrons on yond fide o'th' Hill,'
In Eye of Cafar's Battel, from which place
We may the number of the Ships behold,

And fo proceed accordingly.



Canidius marching with his Land Army one way over the Stage, and Tous the Lieutenant of Cæfar the other way: after their going in, is heard the noise of a Sea-fight. Alarum. Enter Enobarbus and Scarus.

Eno. Naught, naught, all naught, I can behold no longer; Thantoniad, the Egyptian Admiral,

With all their fixty flie, and turn the Rudder:

To fee't, mine Eyes are blafted.


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